Daddy's Boy... Finally!

Nolan has been in this phase (for a long time now) of being a serious Momma's boy. He still had his moments of loving to wrestle Dad and all, but he always wanted to be with Mom. Ever since he received Legos for Christmas, there's been a complete turnaround. Nolan loves spending time with Dad, especially if they get to build their Legos. Justin puts Nolan to bed every night now since I'm busy feeding and getting Ezra ready, and that has really helped them bond as well. It's been nice that Nolan hasn't been whining and crying at me as much lately. I knew they were getting "tight" but the clincher was when Justin left for work and Nolan began screaming hysterically for a kiss from Dad. I had to let him run out and give Dad a kiss through the car window. Here are some happy Lego moments.

We've officially started on the basement. My Dad has been busy framing and I'm starting to think about coordinating colors for when we're ready for carpet/paint/tile, etc. We won't be installing them for quite a while, but we may buy them sooner than later so that we can get the contractor's discount. But anyway, Nolan is loving hanging out with Grandpa John and checking out all the tools. Lately Nolan wants everything explained to him, including the kitchen disposal, the washing machine agitator, the ice machine, the ball in the back of the toilet, and even the bones and "pipes" in his own body. Who knew there was so much to explain in one house? I get tired of explaining but Justin delights in it (half of his answers are made up anyway).
Ezra has never been the same since our long trip. He has had a fever for one full week. At one point it reached 102 so we took him to the doctor. They tested for a urinary tract infection because it's the only thing that wouldn't have been covered with the antibiotics he had 10 days ago. It was negative and they sent me home without any answers. He said it was too high of a fever to be teething, but that's the only thing I can think. He is getting his second tooth any day now. But I feel like my little Ezra is a different baby now. He is sad nearly all of the time and seems to cry out with pain often. He won't take a binky (at least I don't have to wean him later) for comfort and it breaks my heart to see him like this. It's also very hard to accomplish anything (or get enough sleep). I just hope he gets back to himself soon. Here's his sad, sweet little face. At least he finds some happiness in playing with Nolan.

The other night we were reading scriptures for about 5 minutes. When we said we were done, Nolan dove for the scriptures and did this for quite some time until we agreed to read more. I wish I had that hunger!

Last of all, here is Ezra eating his favorite food: oranges!